I’m so excited guys 

In January/beginning of New Year I’m going to start writing my next book. It’s been a while since I’ve written and askjg;fklgj. The break served me well, too, because I’ve got all these good ideas and I’m ready to go weeee

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A soft glow filtered in through the sheer, white curtains hung in the window. The light of the moon was the only brightness in the endless dark abyss of the night sky. It was a sky without stars was a blanket above us. A silent sprawl of calm.

Sitting up to see out the window, I peered between the two panels of cloth and looked down beneath me. I could see nothing in the dark. Maybe a tree rustling in the soft wind, dancing with the cool night. Out in the depths of the country, hidden by the woods around us, there was no manmade light to ruin this moment; this perfect night was owned by nature.

A soft creak brought me from my serene state of thoughts. I looked over my shoulder, down at her lying on the bed. I stole another quick glance out the window before I laid down. Carefully, I put my arm around her shoulder, and she was roused enough to roll over and nuzzle herself closer to me.

Her body was warm, small and carried her personal aroma. An enticing mix of cinnamon and brown sugar; a scent as sweet as her. She was her perfume. Falls of brown hair mimicked the rich tones of cinnamon and her innocent, doe eyes held hues of brown sugar. When she spoke, her voice poured over me like honey.

I carefully reached up, tracing my finger over the contours of her jaw, and then her cheek. Every smooth line and fine detail that she was built of. Her cute nose, her full lips, and that almost invisible scar on her eyebrow from childhood.

Warmth blossomed in my heart and was pumped through my veins. The contours of her body against mine and the way she fit like a puzzle piece put where she belonged. Everything made me love her just a little bit more.

Deep, deep in the throes of her sleep, lost in a peaceful world of a dream wonderland, the corners of her lips curled up just a bit. That tiny little smile put enough happiness in my system to wear me out.

I laid my head down on the pillow above hers. Giving her forehead a brief kiss before I closed my eyes, heaving a heavy sigh as I felt all of my problems and sorrows melt away. Sleep quickly took hold of me, pulling me down into that worriless wonderland. All the while, my arms holding my most precious possession close to my heart.

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Okay, guys… You should tell me what you think. Please?

It’s not even that long so… yeah. c:

There was an old grandfather clock positioned in the left corner of the room. Standing nearly a head taller than me, with golden hands and a finishing that gleamed in the flickering candle light. It looked as if it would work. Shiny, imposing and fancy. Much to my dismay, however, that fancy clock came to no use because it did not work. For whatever reason, that grandfather clock was broken, apparently beyond repair, and didn’t tick or tock anymore.

Now, since the clocks days of ticking and tocking were far behind it, the dining room was quiet. So quiet that I could hear each little movement of my heart as it opened and constricted, pumping blood throughout my veins.

I stopped and wondered for a moment. If the room were loud would I hear my heart still? It tended to betray me like that. Pounding hard in the moments of silence and picking the wrong people to trust.

Anyway, I couldn’t blame my heart for taking it’s job quite too seriously in this moment. Thumping hard in my chest as it was. My palms were clammy and my stomach was in knots. Each part of me wanted to melt into a puddle and evaporate into the air. Nervous tension in my muscles at the simple thought of seeing him again.